"Daddy, why are we moving again?" The little girl being led, dressed in ragged clothes and covered in dust, bit her lip, struggling to keep her tears from falling, whispered, "I've just gotten to know our new home..."
"Staying there, we would starve to death."
The man holding a rough-made wooden bow and a bone knife on his waist, his face full of worry, said, "That Pure Land, all the fruit around there has been picked clean by us, the wild rabbits and mice have also been caught too many by daddy, the rest have run far away, daddy can't catch them anymore."
"Now that the season has changed, those trees that bear fruit only in the snow season aren't growing any fruit, we need to head west to find a new Pure Land."
"The fruit that grows there will be sweeter."
"If we keep heading west, there will be a big river, and daddy will catch you some fish to eat."
As the man spoke, he glanced at his wife beside him.
